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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476986" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Too Long In These Depths</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too long in these depths, sullen and sublime. <br>So dark you've got to be the light<br>if you want to find your own way around.<br>No moon. No colour. No star. No sign. <br>And even my presence doesn't help<br>to humanize the place. No day. No night. <br>In this space eyes almost seem redundant. <br>No seer, no seen, just this seeing deeply <br>into a dark mirror you have to drown in <br>if you want to see your whole life <br>flash before your eyes like a school of silver fish. <br>Even the ghosts of the dead candles <br>don't linger here for long<br>and the brittle sticks of incense <br>find the lack of smell here<br>a fragrance too strong to be borne. <br>Almost muggy, a viscous summer night, <br>when you can almost hear through your skin <br>things humming to their own ripening <br>like iron on the nightshift being poured <br>out of the igneous crucibles of earth <br>into the shapes of the fruits by which <br>they shall be known. Pear. Apple. Apricot.<br>Wild wrought iron grapevines and blackberry laurels.<br>And there's always a death shroud over the face <br>of someone who's about to be revealed <br>on the other side of your eyes <br>where the sacred wounds are sealed in blood <br>and concealed like dice in a bone-box.<br>You can feel worlds yet to come <br>resident within gargantuan transformative power<br>like lightning at peace with itself in a gathering cloud.<br>The pressure gets too much. The darkness <br>too smothering. The solitude too overbearing.<br>And once you realize there's no object <br>to the search, nothing to achieve, attain, find, <br>except your own way back to the surface empty-handed, <br>time to catch a ride on a bubble up to the top again <br>where the water teaches the moonlight <br>how to dance lasciviously for salvation and rain.<br>Where starfish are elected to constellations <br>and expected to shine, and the fireflies <br>refuse to be governed like blips on the screen <br>of an air traffic controller in a lighthouse on the moon <br>keeping an eye on things like Big Brother.<br>Time to bask in the extraordinary ordinariness of things <br>like ants on a blade of stargrass, willows <br>that left the dye in their hair a little too long <br>and now they're strawberry blondes <br>waiting for their roots to grow out down by the river. <br>What a marvel of domestication a bath is<br>and what a joy to collapse into it like a bridge <br>and just think of how mystically amazing, <br>what a holy ablution of birds in a fountain, <br>the mere act of washing your hands must seem<br>to an aqueduct that carries water<br>all the way from the mountains of the moon <br>but has only ever known the rain to compare <br>with what it must be like to feel <br>so spontaneously lavish with it.<br>Time to aspire to a medium I can play in again<br>with the dolphins and the flying fish<br>running before the prow of the moon<br>with a painted mermaid ploughing the waves<br>like a marine fertility goddess without seeds <br>raising the skull and crossbones<br>flying from the masts of the shipwrecks below<br>higher than the supernovas or surrogate angels <br>have ever been hung like dreamcatchers. <br>above her immaculate conceptions<br>of what her innocence might be like <br>when it's in on what there is and is not to know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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So dark you've got to be the light
if you want to find your own way around.
No moon. No colour. No star. No sign. 
And even my presence doesn't help
to humanize the place. No day. No night. 
In this s..."></div>
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